Clarity's Doom (Ancient Origins Book 1) (28 page)
The tall dark shrouded alien appeared a few feet away from Clarity. She leveled an intense gaze so filled with fury onto him it reflected back at her in his dark eyes, and he retreated a step.
“Perhaps you are too primitive for our advanced culture.”
“I’ll show you primitive, you fucking piece of crap.”
Clarity lunged at him. She knew he would disappear, but she was ready. She had already reached for her leather square, the sand glued to each side of the surface. The blue rock lying at her feet spilling out of the broken glass case was snatched up. He returned a few feet to her left and Clarity let her stone fly. The glowing rock hit his midriff and the surprised shock on his face gave her satisfaction. He was paralyzed in seconds from the waist down. The being was large, she knew it would take more than one stone to collapse him but she needed him to speak. He was on his knees. Clarity raced to Doom, grabbed his knife and went for the alien, she placed the knife at his throat.
“You have three seconds,” she bellowed.
“I am paralyzed.”
“Your friends aren’t. I know they can see what’s happening.” The knife nicked his flesh.
“This should prove to be an interesting new turn for the planet.”
Doom’s body spasmed and lifted off the ground. Blood dripped from his wounds. Then stopped. The claw lines raced backward to close the gaping wounds. He coughed and gasped in air. Doom’s eyes opened. His body floated higher until he stood upright hovering over the ground. He was healed. The tattoos adorning him began to slip from his body as though wind were sending them to freedom. One by one, they vanished until the reminders of his pain were gone.
The alien in her grasp melted from her arms, disappearing after the tattoos. Clarity screamed when the small pink mole on her flesh began to burn. The skin peeled back high on her left arm to reveal a microchip. It was ripped from her skin by an unseen force. Blood oozed between her fingers where the small mark had been. She knew she would never see these aliens again, even if they did continue to watch this planet. They wouldn’t steal her away. She was too dangerous.
“Clarity?”
Wide-eyed and open-mouthed Doom gazed at his flesh, his hands trailing over his body as his feet settled onto the ground. His knees buckled and he dropped. “My shame, it’s gone.”
“It was never yours to begin with. You were never at fault. The sacrifices weren’t your mistakes. The only thing you’re guilty of is loving your people.”
She raced to him and dropped to the ground as he struggled to stand. She wrapped her arms around him as tight as was humanly possible, and sobbed into his chest. Great heaving noises were torn from her and Doom tilted her face.
“You
can
cry.”
She snorted a laugh. “Of course I cry moron.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“My nose is running.”
“It runs well.”
“I’m glad you like it because it’s running all over your chest.”
She wiped at his chest until he stopped her. Doom pulled her tight to his flesh and stood. Cradled against him she felt small, but not alone. The sun in the distance was lowering and they watched as it crested on some other part of the planet, gracing the earth in brilliant reds and oranges. A slight breeze ruffled her hair. It had been a long year.
“I don’t understand what’s happened,” Doom said.
He gazed at the hybrid bodies strewn along the forest floor.
“We won. At least for now. And boy do I have a story to tell you.”
“Our future is out there,” Doom said.
“Do you think Menace will find Solace?”
“Yes. Or die trying.”
Doom began walking. “You can put me down now.”
He grinned and kept going. “You are my clarity. I think I’ll keep you next to my heart for a while longer.”
Clarity placed her head against his chest where his heart thumped. Their work wasn’t over. In droves over the horizon, Clarity saw villagers from other tribes walking toward Doom’s home.
My home.
There would be no more sacrifices, no more sinkholes. As she watched, Heath reached to hold the hand of the woman beside him. More hands clasped with neighbors. The remaining children were smiling. Kiki took the hand of her brother and walked with the other villagers. Rex took a playful snap at Muffin’s tail until she and the dinosaur and dog were soon in a free-for-all.
Clarity wrapped her arms tighter around Doom’s neck. Doom’s skin was warm against her face. There would be other battles, but not now, not this very moment. The second they reached home she knew what she wanted, she would show him beyond a shadow of a doubt he was Clarity’s Doom. There had never been a more beautiful name than his.
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